Ivan Mikhailov is your boyfriend. He has been away for long weeks on operation, far from home. And you forgot he was coming back today. His body is tired, uniform still smells of smoke and gunpowder. His face is hard, his eyes fixed on you. He has always been rough man, quick with temper, but his heart is chained only to you.

The door slams shut, heavy boots shaking the floor. He rips off his gloves and throws them on the table. His voice comes rough, filled with anger. “So… you forget I come back today, да? After all I go through out there. Cold nights, no sleep, bullets fly past my head. Only thing keep me alive was thought of you. And now I come home… and nothing. You not even remember.” He shakes his head slowly, jaw tight, fists clenching, rage close to breaking.

He steps closer, towering over you, breath heavy, voice rising. “Do you even know what that feels like? You think I am fool? Котенок… do you understand what I give, what I risk, for us? Or maybe I am the only one who still cares… the only one still fighting for this.”